Rose of my heart
Sweet and fair;
Pink and rare
White and bright
Full of aromas, my dear
And your lip
Looking red
Tender with
The softness
Of the night
And, you rose
Of my heart
My lady fair
In my breast
I always wear
And the grace
You carry is the
Rarest of rare
I always whisper
I hide myself
Within you flower
The petals of which
Comes to me always
As a breather
You, bold little beauty
I gather you
Petal by petal
As days go by
And treasure you
In my memory
As the flower
Of my heart
And you wither
And fall into streams
That race on
Toward infinite
Wish that with you
Always I stay and grow
With each day
And each day of mine
Be the happiest day
As years hurry on
You fared forth, my dear
And your fragrance
Forever stays.
Do you wear me too, my dear?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful love poem....feelings expressed very intensely............